ass off, he began earning good grades, and graduated from the high school. That’s when he fulfilled the promise he made to the man who raised him.
Jim, the man who took him in, passed away while he was in the service. Killer came home to pay his respects and help his former teacher settle Jim’s affairs. At the same time, he found out his mother had died from a drug overdose. While he shed tears for Jim, not a single one was given for his own mother. She was never really a mom to him. Instead of saving him and keeping him away from horrible situations no child should ever see, the woman kept putting him in the situations herself. I will never treat my children that way. They are precious and deserve to only see the good in the world so they remain as innocent as possible for as long as they can.
There was one good thing to come out of getting my tattoo done. I now have a job at Phantom Ink. I’ll be working the counter, so Trent, Lee, Hailey, and Stryker only have to focus on the clients coming to get work done. They can’t seem to keep a girl working the front end very long. I have a feeling it’s because Trent and Lee can’t seem to keep their dicks to themselves. Neither man wants to settle down, so the women get pissed when they realize they won’t be the one to tame each man. I won’t have that problem since I’m with Killer.
Trent offered me the job and Killer called Stryker since he’s still with Butcher helping him out. I didn’t think there would be a problem with me working there, but the ultimate decision is up to Stryker. He’s poured his heart and soul into the tattoo shop. He goes to different shows and expos which gains Phantom Ink shows from all over the world. Not to mention he’s amazing when it comes to the work his employees and him do.
Today is my first day of work and I’m not sure if I’m going to make it in. Waking up this morning, I instantly cover my mouth as I jump out from under Killer’s arm and rush to the bathroom. I barely make it to the bathroom before I’m losing what little is in my stomach. Yesterday I wasn’t feeling so good and went to bed early. Now, I’m getting sick. My stomach hurts so bad from getting sick as it feels as if hours pass me by.
Killer walks into the bathroom and I hear water running before a cool washcloth is placed at the back of my neck. The one thing I hate most in the world is getting sick. There’s nothing like it and I’d take all the pain in the world being inflicted on me over getting sick. My man stays in the bathroom with me, rubbing his hand up and down my back. I don’t want him to witness me being sick, but I know he’s not going to leave me alone either.
After several minutes of sitting on the cool bathroom floor in front of the toilet, Killer picks me up and carries me back into bed. He covers me up so you can barely see my head before I hear him talking on the phone to someone. I’m not sure who it is, and I really don’t care as my eyes slide shut and sleep begins to claim me.
I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up. Knowing I’m supposed to be at work today, I jump out of bed completely disoriented. As I have to rush to the bathroom once more, the events of earlier come back. This time I’m alone when I get sick and I sink down to the bathroom floor. After remaining where I am for a while, until my stomach settles and I’m sure I’m not going to be sick again, I get up and brush my teeth. I really want to take a shower, but I don’t feel as if I have the energy to be in there alone. I’m still tired and more than ready to climb back in bed.
As I walk out in the room, Killer comes through the door with a tray in his hands.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, setting the tray on top of his dresser as he rushes to my side.
“I feel like crap and just want to sleep again,” I answer him honestly.